Lol Ahri Novels & Stories

ARAHEEN The High Council erupted into a mix of reactions. “I am not opposed to that arrangement,” one of the female High Council members said. “Lady Araheen has proven herself one of our finest tacticians. It would be logical for the Dragon to be placed under her supervision.” “But we require someone with greater battlefield experience,” Lord Harius countered. “A true warrior. Commander Reinhardt remains the most practical choice.” “Lady Araheen is both a formidable combatant and our most skilled sigilmaker,” another High Council member argued.

“I understand now.” They sat in silence, Then Liora asked, “Was my daughter truly sparked by a contract?” Aria hesitated. Then nodded, “She’s a hinge. Like you. A bridge between realms.” “She’s just a child.” “She’s everything.” Liora whispered, “I want her protected. No gods. No pacts. No flames.” Aria nodded. “I’ll make sure of it.” Something stirred in the ruins of the Ash Crown’s core, Not a voice, Not a shape. Just… a beat.

They retreated to the terrace, where the crisp evening air acted as a stinging tonic. Ahri collapsed into a chair, staring out at the forest line with eyes that held no mercy, only a hollow, starving void. "The doctor confirmed it," Ahri muttered. "She’s alive. And she’s bonded to someone else. Some dog in another pack is feeding off my strength." "She must have joined a pack," Raksha said, her mind already navigating the political chessboard. "She’s using a lover to fuel her return. That means she has allies. She has a target, and you are it."

"Luna Olivia, this is Aria Te Ariki from Greenstone Pack in New Zealand...with her guardian Beta Kahlia and Deltas Tama and Valia..." Olivia gave her a snooty look down her nose, brushing her long beautiful golden hair back before holding her hand out for Aria to take and give a little bob of a curtsey to. She smiled once Aria had shown her the proper respect and her eyes moved to Kahlia, he bowed respectfully as did Tama and Valia.

he said softly. “Let’s just leave it all in the past,” I said. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let’s have a fresh start,” I suggested, moving away from his embrace. “Hi,” I started off. “My name is Hera. I’m 18 years old, and I love the color green. Not like grass, but like your eyes,” I said cheekily, offering my hand. He scoffed but smiled nonetheless. “Hi. I’m Arlo, 22 years old. I’m the Alpha of the Blood Shadow pack, and my favorite color used to be gray, but now, red is growing on me.”

She sucked in a breath, hand flying to her collar. “Aria—” “Lys,” Aria said, voice sharp with something that wasn’t quite panic. “Don’t move. Something just—” Her peripheral blacked out. For a heartbeat, her HUD went dark. No icons. No data. No timer. Blind. Her heart slammed into her ribs. The city’s heartbeat beyond the glass hadn’t changed. Hers had. Then the overlay snapped back online with a cruel little *ping*. Numbers flared. **83 : 09 : 00 : 00**

She closed her eyes, letting the hush of water and rain outside blend together, her mind drifting to the thread, to Ember’s eyes when she had given it to her, the fear and hope that had warred in that single moment. “I wasn’t going to give this to you yet.” “But I can’t wait anymore.” Aria’s fingers slid under the water, pressing against the place on her wrist where Ember had tied the thread, now invisible but felt, like a phantom tether. When she emerged from the bath, she wiped the fog from the mirror, staring at her reflection. The gold in her eyes flickered, her breath catching. And the memories began. - She was Ariya, child of moonlight and prophecy, the last blood heir of the Shadow Fa

He had taken her heels off and given her some comfortable slippers to change into. "Hey Ma," Aly greeted, hugging her mother. "You look so tired," Elon noticed. "I am. My bad, please meet my boyfriend Bazyli," she introduced as Elon shook his hand. Xara pulled him in for a hug, and Ida waved and smiled at him. "Finally, we meet the mystery man," Ida teased, making them all burst into laughter. "It's good to see you finally. Aly's been talking about you," Xara added. "Good things, I guess?" Bazyli asked.

"Whatever. But sooner or later, you'll realize who Leonard really is." Ariana looked at Lily who was still playing with her spoon. The child knew nothing, had no idea that she was part of a cruel game. And that made Ariana's heart ache even more. She got up from her chair. "I will not be swayed by your words." Darinna smiled with satisfaction. "We'll see about that, darling." Ariana turned and left, but in her heart, the seeds of doubt began to grow deeper.

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.